She passed again, slow and bold, Booty bouncing, stories to be told. That body fit, yet soft with curve, Built to tempt and twist your nerve. Her abs were tight, her waist was slim, Those legs could straddle, choke, or win. A round ass firm and sweetly thick, Each step she took, it made me sick. Her perky tits, no bra in sight, They swayed like sin beneath the light. She wore that smirk like painted sin, And every eye got...

Gregory and I went for a hike on the nature trail at the park. The birds chirped in the trees, and the bees buzzed around pollinating the blooming flowers. A small lizard climbed a tree, stopping to display his red dewlap, warning us we were in his territory. It was a beautiful day to observe Mother Nature’s wonders. The trail was in a wooded area, but we still caught glimpses of cars driving by on the road bordering the...

“I’m going out for a walk!” I said, grabbing my grey knit cardigan, quickly wrapping myself inside its warmth. Within a few steps, I climbed the stairs from my basement room and headed to the right, to the garage. I closed the door behind me and made my way outside the garage, taking in the crisp, clean morning Canadian air. Down the driveway led to the street. Turning left onto the street, I glanced around nervously, for...

The concrete pulse of New York City throbbed beneath Elizabeth’s heels as she laughed, her arm looped loosely through a friend’s while they stumbled out of the bar, flushed and breathless from vodka sodas and dancing to early 2000s throwbacks. The city was a warm glow of yellow taxis and neon signs, a living thing that didn’t know how to sleep—and neither did she. “I’m gonna take the train,” she said, peeling off from the...

The theater was nearly empty, the film a blur of sound and shadows. She slid into his lap, skirt bunched around her waist. The surround sound masked her breathy moans as he thrust up, slow and deep, under the cover of darkness. Her fingers gripped the seat in front. “You’re being loud,” he murmured, lips brushing her neck. “I can’t help it,” she gasped, trembling. From the back row, a low voice whispered, “Don’t stop.” Th...

Hugh’s return was imminent. I got through the days, impatiently, at my day job as the Village Librarian. I was always demure and proper in my grey suit and white shirt. Only I knew that underneath, I wasn't wearing knickers. That isn't completely true. I have a few favourites who come to the Library daily. They always ask for literary greats. The truth is, I sneakily find them erotic tales of dirty deeds, which I carefull...

Today was a new adventure for John. He had managed to convince his thirty-year-old wife, Cecelia, to accompany him to a nude beach. This trip was the culmination of a few years of his attempts. Cecelia sat next to him in the car, her bare feet propped on the dashboard. She wore her long, black hair loose, trailing over her shoulder, and she sat quietly looking out the window. “You sure you’re ready for this?” John asked....

A quick recap from Part One of this series. Barb and I were lucky enough to win the Lucky Door raffle, which offered a one-week, all-expenses-paid holiday at the AO Resort. We researched the AO Resort, and it was indeed an adults-only resort with optional clothing. Now Barb and I are not prudes and have no objection to folks being nude I think we would enjoy that, but we have never been to a nudist park or beach other tha...

The bar thrums with life on a warm summer evening. Music pulses through the air, blending with bursts of laughter and the clinking of glasses. Small groups of people cluster together, leaning in close as they sip colourful cocktails and exchange stories. I stand at the bar, nursing a whisky on the rocks. Its smoky burn is grounding me in the chaos around me. That’s when I see her. She’s standing near the far wall, illumin...